Jack-in-the-Boot

One mighty heave, and—pop! I squirmed right out of the mustard scarf coils and dropped onto the slick floorboards. Target in sight: a tall olive-green rubber boot tipped completely on its side, mouth wide open like a shadowy tunnel. Elite stealth opportunity! I lined up my angle, rocked back for momentum, and—thump, roll, slide! Straight into the smooth rubber chute. My round base wedged snug against the inner lining, leaving just my stem and jagged grin poking proudly past the rim. The ultimate hallway booby trap is officially armed.